So for now, just mark the time at 7:52 p.m., November 19, 2007. At that very moment, I declared myself a Baha'i.
Category: madison
rarefied air
Something happens to the night air when the temperature dips before 40 degrees Fahrenheit.
quiet
It’s funny—come November here in downtown Madison it feels like a switch has been flipped and it's now suddenly quieter. I think there are many reasons for this.
on a quiet walk through James Madison Park after dropping a heavy piece of news
After I made my last post, I decided to go out for a walk to James Madison Park for some exercise and to think quietly to myself.
white knuckled driver in Chicago
But when I moved to Wisconsin, a funny thing happened. I found myself driving among polite, civilized people. And I haven’t been the same since.
tribute to D. Boon
I went to a number of punk shows when I was in college. I listen to very little punk nowadays—when I do, I usually grow tired of it after about ten minutes. But I've never grown tired of the Minutemen--indeed I listen to them now more than before. They did not fit the stereotype of spiked, pierced and leather-clad punk rockers (which usually wasn’t accurate anyway), they were just three regular guys from San Pedro who played a high-octane mix of punk, funk, jazz and folk.
bring swimsuits and snow shoes for this unusual weather
No, this wasn’t a tailgate party for a Green Bay Packers game. This person in the tank top was actually dressed for the weather.
greetings from the groundhog capitol of the world
What if it were so cold that the groundhog decided not to come out at all? Would it mean that he would not see his shadow, and therefore predict an early spring?
getting lost at the memorial union terrace
At about the first brat and second beer during my third hour at the Terrace, it dawned on me that I might be spending the rest of the evening there...
working-class hero boots (afternoon at the Farm and Fleet)
So I went down to the Farm and Fleet again. I really like the idea of purchasing footwear at a place where I could also get cattle ear tags if I wanted. Seriously, I'm not making fun of them, it's just that being a city kid most of my life, it's a bit of a different world for me. After living in melting-pot neighborhoods where fifty-plus languages were spoken at the local high school, this is something that for me is still new, perhaps even exotic.